You Are My Life

Chapter 3: Really?!?!?!?!

So today is the concert day but my day has literally consisted of my dumb nagging boss, car troubles, and finding out that Abby couldn’t go the concert. She’s skipping out on us for some school thing. I was sitting at my desk ranting to myself under my breath finishing my filing when my supervisor walked up to me and slapped the mother load of files on my desk. “Here are more of Mr. Blake’s files he wants you to take care of,” she said annoyed. My eyes got wide and my jaw dropped, “are you kidding me?” I blurted out. She gave me a death stare as she shot back, “No I’m not kidding and he needs them by tomorrow so you’re going to have to put in some overtime and finish them!” “What? I have somewhere to be in two hours?!?!” I said looking at my clock to her then to the huge mountain of paperwork. “Well I guess it’s going to have to wait then, huh?” she said as she smiled evilly at me and walked away. CRAP! “Well this sucks, could it get any worse,” I mumbled to myself as I started my latest task. I rushed through the filing and paperwork so fast that I don’t even remember half the crap that I filed; I had to get out of there now! I tidied up my desk, grabbed my purse, and headed for the door before anyone else could stop me. I finally made it to my car and sped back to my house so I could get ready for the concert, it had started about 30 minutes ago! My stupid advisor freaking made me miss some of my freaking concert!! I threw on my ripped dark-washed skinny jeans, my red tank-top and leather jacket on top of that, and then my new silver sparkled vans. I ran into the bathroom and barely fixed my hair and threw on some red lipstick to complete my makeup, and then ran out to my car. I got into my car and put the key in the ignition and turned it, nothing. Crap crap crap, its not starting again. I hit the steering wheel frustratedly while turning the key over and over while whispering to myself, “come on baby come on baby start up!” it finally turned over and I hurried on my way to down town St. Louis. It took me entirely too long to find a place to park, so I ended up parking three blocks away and walking there. I finally made it to the entrance; I rummaged around in my purse until I found the ticket. I walked up to the lady at the booth and gave her a smile. “Can I help you?” she said in a very unamused tone. “Um yeah, I’m here for the concert,” I said as I showed her the ticket. “Sorry but its too late, we’re not allowed to let anyone in after the shows started.” She said not showing a single ounce of emotion. My heart sunk in my chest and I felt my smile drift away and tears well up in my eyes. “Oh….ok, thanks anyways,” I said holding back the disappointment in my voice. Wow first the whole work thing, then my car not working, and then this? Could anything else seriously go wrong with today? I had half a mind to walk back over there and chew her out, my dad didn't pay good money for me to not get to see the damn concert! Instead I walked all the way back to my car and got in. I began to ball not knowing what to do next, I guess I’ll just go home and catch up with Raquel after she’s done enjoying the concert without me. I went to start up my car again and this time it didn’t even turn over. Something popped really loud and smoke fled from under the hood of my car, oh joy. I got out and managed to get the hood up. I’m no mechanic, but I’m positive that my car is some grade A piece of shit. I went and sat back down in my car and pulled out my phone to call one of my dads’ friends who is a mechanic, oh wonderful….my phones dead. I didn’t know what to do now so I just started walking back towards the arena in hope that there was a phone booth on the way there. I made it completely back to the arena and not a single booth in sight; I thought to myself ‘I’m totally screwed’. I was about to cry when I noticed this guy sitting in front of the arena, generally I don’t talk to strangers but I kinda need help at the moment. I mustered up the sweetest voice I could and asked, “Excuse me sir, could you point me in the direction of the nearest phone booth?” He looked up and realized that I was talking to him. He smiled at me and said, “oh sho’! no girl lookin’ like you needs ta be on dese streets by yo’self afta dark, comon and follow me.” He got up and started walking in the other direction, so I followed him. We’d been walking for about a block now in the opposite direction of where my car was, and I was really getting worried. “How much further?” I asked trying to hide the worry in my voice. “ohhh not too much further, we only go-” that’s all I heard him say because then I felt a strike of pain in the back of my head, and then I blacked out. I kept flowing in and out of consciousness and I could hear the same guy who was helping me yelling at someone else. “comon’ pick up her legs, we gotta move her to the back!” –“take off her jacket, lets see what we have to work with”---“ hold her down incase she wakes up” I could feel a strong hand clasping down on my windpipe as another cold hand moved its way up my leg and to my jeans button. I fought to stay awake and tried to scream but once they noticed my resistance, someone pushed harder on my throat sending me into blackness once again. “Hold her still, I’m gonna get some a da goods from her,” I heard someone say as he laughed in a raspy tone. I guess this day could get A LOT worse.